Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 1063 - 831 Hunt for Honma Noriko_2

Chapter 1063: Chapter 831 Hunt for Honma Noriko_2

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"Wait... based on our records... that was your first husband, wasn’t it?" Rubazio seemed a little surprised.

"That’s right, Kamibayashi Yasuharu. He stole my company. I crawled humbly back to him, knelt before him, married him, and gave him children. I knew he was a pig, but at the time, I was even less than a pig. Luckily, I was smarter than a pig. After ten years, the Kamibayashi family’s assets were all mine. They couldn’t control me anymore. So, I sought out other pigs. I married a second man, a third, a fourth... In the end, I unified all the noble families of the Northern Archipelago. Their children, descendants, bloodlines, all bore a new name—what a beautiful name—’Children of Xisheng.’ Their descendants, all born of me, severed the pigs’ bloodlines and enhanced their genes." Honma Noriko chuckled softly.

"... But Nestor Corporation brought the pigs back again," Rubazio remarked.

"Yes, you see, a century’s effort to eradicate the pigs has failed. The pigs... At times, even we cannot stand to look at the propaganda we craft, but the pigs, oh, they listen. Some pigs are genuinely moved by the propaganda and start working desperately, laboring tirelessly. The more obedient they are, the more I feel an uncontrollable sense of intellectual and talent superiority. And so, we set one group of pigs to work while adjusting society. Another, smarter group of pigs, though they can see through our schemes, must still work within the rules. The pigs who work willingly are better off; they don’t think much, love everything, and are loyal and docile. But the slightly smarter pigs, who understand they’re being forced to work with no hope for the future, become more repressed. They either turn numb or rebellious, only to be culled... Oh—but Nestor Corporation, they’re the ones who fouled things up." Honma Noriko’s voice dropped to a whisper.

"Madam, we’ve fortified our defenses against Nestor Corporation’s infiltration, both within and outside the city. The markets, management, logistics, security, finance, and even the black market—all are prepared to pledge loyalty to Xisheng," Yanagawa Fumihiko said, bowing to Honma Noriko.

"They cooperate because they know the necessity of building a world with clear boundaries between humans and pigs," Honma Noriko nodded to those around her. "Only about 10% to 15% of the world’s population lives with any real intelligence. Ah, I feel increasingly weary, disgusted, and fearful. Nestor Corporation is pouring everything into supporting and uplifting that group of pigs, trying to teach them to stand and act like humans. It’s meaningless, futile, and antisocial. Our intelligence agents in Shangjing already know their movements. Feel free to act. Let’s ensure they die like moths drawn to a flame."

"Understood!" They bowed deeply to Honma Noriko one by one before taking their leave of the tea room in succession.

Honma Noriko’s heart was calm as still water. She closed her eyes, letting herself feel the fading heat lingering in the air.

She had already secured an invincible position. The thought brought a faint smile to her lips.

Kanako.

Ah, what a sweet victory. Kanako’s children and descendants were the continuation of Xisheng. Would they have the audacity to kill or drive out Kanako? Her children would rise, branching into an intricate family network, eventually seizing the empire of Nestor Corporation from within.

The greatest guarantee of humanity’s dominion over pigs was already in place. As this notion settled in her mind, Honma Noriko’s gaze shifted back to the floral arrangements before her. Now she simply felt more at ease.

...

By the riverside oasis outside Safalai City, Nestor Corporation’s synthetic human, Hasan, and the Spice Noble, Aisha, were fishing.

"Why are we fishing at a time like this?" Aisha asked anxiously. "We have so much money to earn, so many stocks to buy, yet you say today is perfect for fishing?"

"Because there’s always an unsatisfied itch for fishing. But don’t worry, I’ll gift you a fortune in no time," Hasan chuckled.

Aisha couldn’t make sense of Hasan. Among all the male synthetic humans she had purchased from Nestor Corporation, Hasan was the most peculiar. He had even become an indispensable figure in her family, almost supplanting Aisha as its leader. Yet she couldn’t help but rely on him. The strategies and tactics Hasan provided were remarkably effective, helping Aisha continuously expand her influence along the Spice Coast.

"A fortune?" Aisha pressed.

"Look over there, the Khalifa Spire." Hasan reeled in a plump fish as he spoke.

"So tall..." Aisha gazed into the distance.

"Guess who lives inside."

"Do I even need to guess? Near East Xisheng’s executives, people like Honma Noriko," Aisha said as she leaned against the edge of the small boat, her caramel-colored skin blazing under the sun.

"Just wait—we’ll make the Khalifa Spire ours." Hasan, having caught enough fish, instructed Aisha to procure a large cache of weapons via reliable channels on the black market.

"Arming our troops now? That’s an astronomical expense," Aisha said as she examined Hasan’s list.

"Just handle the purchases. I promise there will be buyers—big buyers. Whatever amount of arms you acquire, they’ll take it all off your hands. You’ll make a massive profit," Hasan said cryptically.

"Damn it—why do I feel like you’re becoming unreliable?" Aisha doubted.

"Relax. If this fails, you can rip off my mechanical head and kick it into the river," Hasan declared loudly.

Despite her suspicions, Aisha leveraged her family’s connections to secretly import a significant stockpile of weapons. These were transported via heavy trucks to a remote desert warehouse.

Haunted by worries about the money, Aisha stayed in the warehouse, periodically voicing her complaints and berating Hasan for making her squander millions on this gamble.

But just as she was teetering on the edge of despair, a shuttle machine bearing the Heavenly Cardinal Manufacturing logo landed around the warehouse. From it descended a squad of Witches and an elite team of soldiers. They seemed astonished to find the warehouse packed with firearms, armed robots, and military vehicles, marveling at the sight.

"What the—" Aisha shot up suddenly. "These are the buyers? What’s such a large unit planning to do with all this gear?"

"Miss, just focus on collecting the money," Hasan said as he collected a check and returned, transferring the funds to an account at Switz Bank. The buyers were extraordinarily generous—selling off the entire warehouse’s inventory in one go netted Aisha a profit of 40 million in funds. She was so excited, she found herself at a loss for words.

"If you have any instructions, I’ll gladly serve," Aisha eagerly approached, not even waiting for Hasan’s guidance.

"Oh, there’s something you’ll need to help with. But by boarding this ’pirate ship,’ you might not realize the risk of losing your head," said the Witch leading the squad. She was clad in unmarked black armor, completely concealed from head to toe, making her impossible to identify.

"Hey, what do you mean by ’losing my head’?" Aisha asked urgently, turning toward Hasan.

"You can replace Honma Noriko!" Hasan said solemnly.

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